In the third grade, a nun stuffed me in a garbage can under her desk because she said that's where I belonged. I also had the distinction of being the only altar boy knocked down by a priest during mass.

Adult life is dealing with an enormous amount of questions that don't have answers.

I think that, when you're writing your songs, there's always a debate about whether, is that you in the song? Is it not you in the song?

Every song has a piece of you in it, because just general regret, love. You have to basically zero in on the truth of those particular emotions.

My dad had a very difficult life, a hard struggle all the time at work. I've always felt like I'm seeking his revenge.

I'm laughing at you, you're laughing at me.

I didn't know if it would be a success-ful one, or what the stages would be, but I always saw myself as a lifetime musician and songwriter.